#ripsomtwin

Closed rp with @ripsomtwin​​

Jennifer patted Mike’s back giving him a reassuring smile”...Don’t worry Mike, they’ll show up” she said with a small smile.

“...You don’t really know though do you?...” Mike said with a small remorseful smile as he took a sip of his drink.

“No...but we were preparing if they didn’t...” Jennifer said with a weak smile as her eye glanced down at her own drink before she took a sip. Jennifer and Mike had spent the last five years in Derry preparing for IT returned, Mike had been preparing long before that. Jennifer had came back five years ago after the death of her father and to take care of her mother, she passed away just a few months ago. Now the clown her and her friends survived against 27 years ago was back.

“Now don’t go self loathing on me, I’ll meet you at the restaurant at 6 pm sharp...it will be okay they will be there” Jennifer said giving him a smile and patted his hand as she stood up from his desk.

Blue skies and sunny days, that’s what all the adults said summer should be about. Maybe making endless memories had been part of Eddie’s summer agenda once, but high school had somehow made things worse. The Losers weren’t little kids anymore. Sure, they hung out together most of the time, but definitely not as much as they had before. Not since that summer had taken their happiest memories.

That was what Eddie had been thinking about as he wandered down towards the lake. It was somewhere peaceful, quiet, away from the overbearing tone of his mother. None of his friends could come with him, but he was trying to see that as a good thing. Nobody around to annoy him.

Until he caught sight of Belch Huggins.

He might have been alone, but that had never stopped Huggins before. Catching sight of Eddie was like honing in on prey, the taunting beginning soon after. He always had it in for the losers ever since being friends with Bowers, but Eddie was always his easiest target, even as he tried to hurry away.

It wasn’t until Huggins grabbed Eddie’s arm that he reacted, trying to wrench himself out of his grip. If he didn’t, he was sure he was gonna get his ass kicked, and Eddie honestly didn’t feel like explaining that to people in the coming weeks.

“Get the fuck off of me, you freak!”

The settling panic had turned the next few moments into a blur. The next thing he knew was being on the floor, looking up at another kid. A familiar face. Braxton Ripsom. Braxton Ripsom beating the shit out of Belch Huggins.

He couldn’t speak for the next few moments, not until it was over. When the chaos finally subsided, Eddie tried to find some words, any words, to make sense of the situation.